Forget the roofs, did you see the kids faces on the drive home? I remember those looks on my own face-the "oh shit, I am IN FOR IT when we get home!" look. Usually at that point, you have already gotten arm and ear pinched to within an inch of what you can bear without hollering out loud, but you know that your mom (in my case) doesn't care what the neighbors hear when you get home.
Yeah, the lectures, the spankings. . . ah, the joys of meetings. I think I paid attention because I was always the goodytwoshoes (distinguished from my naughty twin brother), plus, I read a lot generally and am detail oriented. Paying attention at meetings for kids isn't the worst thing though, let's face it-the teachings are insane and I started getting the sense that something was off by the time I was 8. I WANTED it to be right, but it just isn't. So, I was paying attention. It got me out before I was baptised or even 16 years old, so-good for me! KEEP LISTENING CALEB! You are no dummy! You are gonna figure it out!